[And then what? Sif's hand went to her sword as she stared at the fallen prince. Her hands didn't shake. Not when connected to a weapon. But this didn't feel like them. Only roles they’d been cast in.]
They would sing songs about me. Call me Lokislayer.
[She took her sword out, less of a person and more of a body. That's the way complete the Allfather's work -- to remove yourself from the parts of it you don’t like, though there had never before been parts of it that she didn't like.]
Line the streets, while Thor got lost in himself, your father fell into Odinsleep and half of your mother's heart was gone. You would have me do that to them?
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[And then what? Sif's hand went to her sword as she stared at the fallen prince. Her hands didn't shake. Not when connected to a weapon. But this didn't feel like them. Only roles they’d been cast in.]
They would sing songs about me. Call me Lokislayer.
[She took her sword out, less of a person and more of a body. That's the way complete the Allfather's work -- to remove yourself from the parts of it you don’t like, though there had never before been parts of it that she didn't like.]
Line the streets, while Thor got lost in himself, your father fell into Odinsleep and half of your mother's heart was gone. You would have me do that to them?